Wild Berry Meadow i don't dream

AW, scout thread.

Annaliese cannot believe her eyes. Reality, yes, but even she questions herself when she stands before the Meadow. It is a stretch that remains oddly sturdy, fascinating in how bushes seem to be shook and some damaged yet otherwise untouched by the destruction surrounding nearby territories.

The red she-wolf figuratively picks her chin off the ground, trudging into a row of berry bushes. Most have been cleaned, with splatters of colors upon the ground around them. A paintball war gone wrong—bad aim, unless the opponent is the earth itself.

Annaliese huffs, wishing to reveal the magic of this nearly unscathed place. If her General wasn't so keen on adventuring beyond, this would be a good home. A prized plot nonetheless.